The Black Tent
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Smiles, smiles all around.
Cheers and laughs are the sounds.
Clowns and acrobats can be seen.
This is the circus.
Screams, screams all around.
Torture and pain are the sounds.
Misery and distress can be seen.
This is the circus...
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